Full Summary:

As a child, Alyna knew her limitations. As an adult, Alyna broke those limitations. She has become an FBI agent and works for Don's team. What happens when she calls in and tells the team that she won't be in to work for a month? Will they show up and find out what is wrong? And how does the BAU fit into all of this? Are they in LA to help on a case that Don and the team were just handed?

Limitations Are Meant To Be Broken:

Childhood:

I wasn't born blind, more like blinded when I was very young. I'd been hit in the head one too many times by the man that had kidnapped me. The only reason I was sent back to my real family was because I ended up in the hospital for a few weeks unable to see because of a beating I'd received. Turns out, that when I was safe again, I started talking about my home life, about how I had been grabbed by a man and his wife and about how they were always hitting me. The man and woman, I forget their names, were arrested the following weekend. I had been admitted to the hospital that week.

The cops were called in to help look for my family and when my parents were told that I had been found, they packed up my siblings and rushed to the hospital. What they were told was that I would be blind for a while but that I would eventually get my sight back. They were told that due to the amount of blows I had received to the head, that the possibility of my ever being able to see again were slim. My parents accepted the fact that I might never see again and dedicated their lives to making it as easy life as I'd ever had. As much as I loved them, I knew that I needed to get out on my own.

When I told my parents that I wanted to go to public school during middle school, t shocked them. I told them that I was done being homeschooled and that I wanted to live a normal life, that I wanted friends and being homeschool couldn't give me friends. Besides, I reminded them that my sisters and brothers were all in public school so it stood to reason that I would have someone looking out for me at all times. They agreed and let me go to public school when I started seventh grade. It wasn't easy at first, but after a few weeks of hard practice to remember the routine and a few people that decided to be friends with me, I was able to get to all my classes. I had a locker next to one of my friends so she would always open the locker and help me get my things for the next class.

As easy as my life had been in homeschool, it had gotten hard when I decided to go to public school. But my life wasn't that hard. I still counted myself lucky that I had been found and that the people responsible for my becoming blind in the first place were in prison. They had been sentenced to fifteen years in prison each for not only kidnapping me but also permanently damaging me. The woman was killed in her first few weeks in prison after another inmate found out what she'd done.

When high school came around, I had what some would say a miracle happen to me. I was sitting in class and for the first time, I could see which in itself was a miracle. I was watching the people in front of me raise their hands and then all of a sudden I raised my hand. The teacher called on me and though I didn't know the question, I still stood up like we were required to do when answering a question. Instead of telling him the answer, I looked straight at him and told him that he had brown hair. The whole class was shocked, including my mom who had taken to going to my classes and taking down notes for me then translating them into brail so that I could write my homework assignments.

My mother stood up next to me and looked me straight in the face. She moved her hand in front of my eyes and I followed her hand for the first time. A smile spread on her face, at first. Then concern for me medically was written all over her face. She grabbed my belongings, excused us from the class, went and collected my sisters and then we all headed for my doctor who was located at the local hospital. Once on the examining table, my mother stayed but my sisters were told to sit in the waiting room. They got busy texting not only their friends but also the rest of our family. They didn't say much, just that they were at the hospital and the doctor was looking at my eyes.

Two hours later, with the waiting room packed with friends from school & the neighborhood and all of our family, my mom and I left the doctor's office with the doctor behind us. The doctor told everyone at the same time, that though my eyesight had returned, that it might be short lived. I might be seeing today, but there was a good possibility that I wouldn't be able to keep the sight. It really didn't matter how I had gotten my eyesight back, I was just happy that it had returned. I could see my teachers, family and friends for the first time since I was a child and that was all that mattered to me. But just to be on the safe side, my parents took me to the local Service Animal Shelter and I picked out the cutest puppy that was being taught how to service a blind person. The puppy turned out to be an English Mastiff that had been dropped off at the pound because the family hadn't wanted it.

Through months of training, the mastiff, whom I had named Willow, made progress with both me and her trainer. When Willow finally came home with me for good, she went with me everywhere, including school and eventually work. Granted, because I was partially blind, the only real job I had was working as a transcriber all through high school. I would translate brail text to English so that those that wanted to read what a blind person was writing could read the material. Willow was more or less allowed everywhere I ventured. School, work, the movies, the mall, and even eventually the sports I started to get into. I was always good in track and because Willow had to be with me at all times because of my disability, I would normally run the Mile during track competition. At first the other schools thought it was a way to cheat. Then when they found out that I was partially blind and that Willow was my eyes, the students didn't seem to care that much.

Once out of high school, I was accepted into Harvard Law, but soon found my calling as an FBI agent. I would most likely never get any field time, but it was better than nothing. Most people can't see me as an FBI agent, because of the whole 'blind' thing, but I excelled in a career where most people with my disability would have failed. When I graduated from the academy, at the top of my class and with Willow still at my side, even my instructors were impressed. After graduation, I was assigned to the LA Field Office under Agent Don Eppes' supervision. He wasn't told that I was partially blind or that I had a Seeing Eye dog, he was just told that I had been top of my class when I graduated.

Adulthood:

There wasn't much for me to do after I got settled in Los Angeles, except maybe go meet my new team members. But I wasn't supposed to go into the office until the following Monday after I got to the city and settled into the house my parents had bought some years ago and had stayed at only during the winter months. I wouldn't have to pay them rent so I could focus on my phone bill, the groceries and any vet time Willow needed. I knew that I would have to get her checked out before she would ever be able to go into the field, if we were ever allowed to leave the office of course. So, as luck would have it, I decided to go for a little walk with Willow and get to know the neighborhood, just in case I lost my sight while walking home. I needed to know this neighborhood like it was my own home.

With Willow in her harness, I grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses and let Willow lead the way. When we stopped, I would open my eyes and look at the street sign and then listen to hear what was around the street before we continued. My eyes were always open when we crossed a street. All in all it took me and Willow only three more walks around the neighborhood that day to completely memorize the exact streets and what I needed to do if I were ever to become lost, so to say. We headed home shortly after five and were stopped by an older gentleman who was out on his lawn. He seemed nice and gentle and even Willow warmed up to him, which was a rare thing unless she grew up with you. I pulled my sunglasses off and noticed two young looking men and two women watching the older man play with Willow.

He started talking to me asking if I had just moved to the neighborhood. When I told him that I had and that I was staying a few blocks over in my parents' winter house, he smiled and said he thought he'd seen me around before. When he asked why I was circling the neighborhood, I just simply told him that Willow needed a walk and I didn't mind walking her. He didn't say anything about Willow being a service dog, but he did motion to his two sons who were standing in the doorway and they walked out with the girls in tow. He introduced them as his FBI agent son Don Eppes and his mathematician son Charlie Eppes. The women he introduced as Amita Ramanujan-Eppes and a lawyer named Robin, or otherwise Don's fiancé.

I was almost taken aback. When I told them that it was nice to meet them, but that I had to get home and finish unpacking, they offered to walk me back to the house. I had to decline, but told them that I would see them around as I didn't have to start work till after the weekend anyways. I explained that I had been given time to settle into the city before reporting to my new job. They seemed to understand and let me go on my way. I had already told the older man, whom I now knew as Mr. Allen Eppes, what my name was as he had asked after telling me his name and asking if he could pet Willow. We left the yard as politely as possible and made it back to the house in record time. I did not stop once to see if anyone was following me.

As I figured, once back inside my house, I knew that I had just met my boss and he was definitely going to be surprised when I showed up for work on Monday. I did not know it yet, but he and his brother would literally open their house for me to stay in after finding out that I lose my sight for nearly a month a year. How will they react when it actually happens? And will I be able to tell them my miraculous story without being fired for being blind?